Disclaimer- Whee and woot.
She sat in her seat, facing forward, quill out and parchment ready. I sat scribbling in my book, occasionally looking up to make sure I wasn't missing anything. We sat close, but not so close that people would get ideas. We sat in silence, my quill scratching and her note shuffling the only sounds we made. Before us stood a squat and older man. He was flailing my arms wildly and was talking, obviously making a big deal out of nothing. She paid attention, but I scribbled something on the edge of her parchment. She looked at me, and then looked at what it said.
Professor Slug's worse than Potter.
She stifled a giggle and scratched out the sentence, then I thought that most of our conversations began with 'Oh, that Potter'. The man at the front tapped the board with my wand and ordered the class to begin. We stopped what we were doing and dove under the table for our bags, getting our ingredients.
The entire class worked in silence, only occasional 'Could you hand me…' or 'Professor, what did I do?' punctured the silence. Every now and then, she leaned close to me to look at my book, which she was borrowing for the class. I blushed slightly because of how close she was, but before she could notice, she leaned away and toward her own work.
I, Severus Snape lived for these moments, when Lily Evans would forget the 'Eew, Slytherin' pact she made when she accepted the Sorting Hat's decision to put her in Gryffindor and lower her defenses, making me believe, that, if I lived in a perfect world, I would have a friend, or even (Dare I say it?) a girlfriend.
But this was impossible, as I live on Earth, and in a world that always chews me up and spit me back out. First my father, then Potter and his cronies, and now Lily.
Evans. I have to remember to call her Evans…
It began in first year, the second day. I had crossed paths with Potter and Black and, when they had insulted my Slytherin status and greasy hair (What was wrong with it, anyway? I try!) and I attempted to hex them. However, I left that out of the story I told Evans when she came down the hallway seeing me dancing uncontrollably. She stood up for me, asking what right Potter and Black had to hurt me, and gave me the counter curse, curing me of a case of 'getting jiggy'.
Ever since that day, Evans had been some sort of a pathetic bodyguard to me, defending me every single time Potter and Black reared their ugly heads. It was after one such occurrence in sixth year that resulted in bleeding cuts so bad I had to be drug to the hospital wing, which Lily lovingly did, when I realized he might have feelings for the "filthy mudblood". Any feelings at all, however, were taken outside and beat when Lily announced she was spending next Hogsmeade trip with "That Potter" and that I would have to take care of myself. I'll have to take care of myself for the rest of my life.
So now I sat, broken-hearted and empty-minded, waiting anxiously for the next time Lily would lean over and I could get another whiff of Day Lily perfume.
Whee... I have three other in-progress Snape-Lilies in the shop, and I'm hoping to finish them eventually. I'm on a HUGE Lily-Snape kick, and its aided by 'snapesnogger' from DeviantArt, and the sixth book, which features the highly confusing Severus Snape.